Every Moment is a Story

Day: September 28, 2017

The speckles of dust riding along the sunbeams. The air is unfiltered; breathing in the lies. Sometimes, I see myself in your reflection. I recognize the emotional turmoil we keep to ourselves and allow to slip onto paper from time to time. Yes, I see you very clearly. I wonder whether you have noticed yet I wonder whether it matters. Continue reading Deception